We had retreated for the evening to the girl's house on H street.

We had retreated for the evening to the girl's house on H street.

Everyone was wasted later. I was prepping the hooka, a coal was
heating on the stove where it had been lit.

Suddenly PJ snapped out of a daze, dashed to the sink, wet a rag and
frantically tried to pick up the glowing coal.
He fumbled it for a moment and it fell into the burner. Everyone was
like, "PJ PJ what are you doing!?"
He was unresponsive. He fished it out and flung it into the sink where
it sizzled and turned to muddy ash.

He then stood there, all eyes on him, it took about 5 seconds for him
to say, "you all wanted that thing to be burning?"